| Dumbarton’s drums they sound sae bonnie
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| When they remind me of my Jeannie
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| Such fond delight can steal upon me
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| When Jeannie kneels and sings tae me
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| Across the hills o' burning heather
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| Dumbarton tolls the hour of pleasure
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| A song of love that has no measure
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| When Jeannie kneels and sings tae me
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| Dumbarton’s drums they sound sae bonnie
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| When they remind me of my Jeannie
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| Such fond delight can steal upon me
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| When Jeannie kneels and sings tae me
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| It’s she alone who can delight me
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| As gracefully she doth invite me
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| And when her tender arms enfold me
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| The blackest night can turn and flee
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| Dumbarton’s drums they sound sae bonnie
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| When they remind me of my Jeannie
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| Such fond delight can steal upon me
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| When Jeannie kneels and sings tae me
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| Dumbarton’s drums they sound sae bonnie
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| When they remind me of my Jeannie
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| Such fond delight can steal upon me
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| When Jeannie kneels and kisses me |